A mischief straight from market-day?
You’d know her at a glance, I think;
Her eyes are blue, her lips are pink;
She has a way of looking back
Over her shoulder, and alack!
Who gets that look one time, good sir,
Has naught to do but follow.
Pilgrim. I have not seen this maid methinks,
Though she that passed had lips like pinks.
Shepherd. Or like two strawberries made one